My job: Expectation vs Reality
When I worked as a window cleaner, everybody - and I mean everybody - I knew asked me the "how's yer father" question. The truth was that I was always knackered and freezing, and the only nudity I saw was some fat bloke's arse. Tell us how your work differs from the expectation.
Thanks to Rotating Wobbly Hat for the idea
( , Thu 8 May 2014, 22:21)
When I worked as a window cleaner, everybody - and I mean everybody - I knew asked me the "how's yer father" question. The truth was that I was always knackered and freezing, and the only nudity I saw was some fat bloke's arse. Tell us how your work differs from the expectation.
Thanks to Rotating Wobbly Hat for the idea
( , Thu 8 May 2014, 22:21)
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In a previous life I worked for the Environment Agency
I had high hopes of making a difference to the environment when I joined, but gradually realised it was mostly drudgery, only enlivened by occasional machinery- related mishaps. Round where I used to work the ground is low lying and needs a lot of drainage, so unlike the Somerset levels a regular dredging programme for all the ditches was in force - my job was to drive around the fields in a Shogun checking which ditches were blocked and needed dredging. Naturally if you happened to get the call of nature at any point, you could just go wherever you were, that is until one morning I let fly into a ditch and a frenzy of squeaking followed. Long story short I'd pissed in an otter's mouth.
( , Fri 9 May 2014, 15:17, Reply)
I had high hopes of making a difference to the environment when I joined, but gradually realised it was mostly drudgery, only enlivened by occasional machinery- related mishaps. Round where I used to work the ground is low lying and needs a lot of drainage, so unlike the Somerset levels a regular dredging programme for all the ditches was in force - my job was to drive around the fields in a Shogun checking which ditches were blocked and needed dredging. Naturally if you happened to get the call of nature at any point, you could just go wherever you were, that is until one morning I let fly into a ditch and a frenzy of squeaking followed. Long story short I'd pissed in an otter's mouth.
( , Fri 9 May 2014, 15:17, Reply)
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